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~Kaylee

“Bye.” I said turning around to go back downstairs when he held my hand and pulled me back.

“I’m kidding!” He chuckled while I continued glaring at him.

“You’re wet, were you in the rain” his laughter stopped as he finally noticed.

“I left my keys at school and my uncle won’t be back till evening.” I sighed.

“You were out in the rain the whole time since I dropped you off? Why didn’t you come earlier?” he asked frowning and I rolled my eyes.

I know he was looking out for me but I was fine by myself, I didn’t need anyone worrying about me.

“Are you going to let me in or keep asking dumb questions? “ I asked raising my eyebrow.

“So eager to enter my room, I didn’t know you were so fast.” He teased wiggling his eyebrows.

“You know what, the rain doesn’t seem so bad anymore.”

“I’m joking.” he grinned stepping out of the way for me to enter..

Still annoyed, I pushed past him and made my way in.

Looking around, I had to admit I was impressed.

I was actually expecting to like see the room messed up, with dirty socks and underwear littered everywhere and maybe one of those disgusting half nude girl’s magazines and posters on the wall or something.

I mean, from what I see in movies of teenage boys anyway. Instead, it was actually the opposite, it was clean, tidy and neat. Plus the grey and white theme of the room really made it look nice and mature.

By the corner of the room was a brown acoustic guitar with piles of notes scattered around it.

I turned to ask him about it when I noticed he was staring at me. Had he been standing there looking at me all this while?

“What is it?” I asked feeling self-conscious.

He just chuckled and walked past me leaving even more confused.

Now I understand what his mom was talking about. She said he wasn’t himself, he really must be running mad.

Taking a shirt from his drawer, he threw it on and turned back to me.

“Better? I don’t want you drooling over me.” He smirked.

Not deeming it fit for a response, I ignored him.

“Sorry, where’s my mind at?” He asked turning back to his wardrobe as he noticed me shiver.

Turning back, he tossed me a black hoodie which I caught.

“You can use my bathroom, there’s spare towels in the cabinet” He said. “I’ll put your wet clothes in the dryer.”

Muttering a small thanks, I made my way to his bathroom after dropping my bag on the floor. Making sure the door was locked, I stripped off my clothes glad to get them off.

I left my underwear on, no way in hell was I handing those over to him neither was I going to be completely nude with only his hoodie on. Taking one of the towels from the cabinet, I dried myself up and put on his hoodie.

It immediately engulfed me reaching down to my knees. Folding up the sleeves a little, I picked up my wet clothes and folded them.

At that moment, I felt a sharp pain pierce thorough my chest. Falling on the ground with a thud, I clutched my chest groaning and hissing in pain.

“No no no…God no” I muttered trying to hold the tears that were threatening to fall.

It felt like my lungs were on fire and it was getting harder to breathe as I struggled to take in air.

“Kaylee? Are you Ok?” Kristen’s worried voice came from behind the door.

“I’m fine, I just um slipped” I lied as I forced myself to get up.

I leaned against the wall supporting my weight as I clutched my chest gasping in pain. After a few minutes, the pain subsided gradually.

Washing my face and steadying my breaths, I opened the door and walked out holding my wet clothes in one hand.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Kristen asked looking worried.

“I’m fine.” I said giving him a small smile.

He didn’t look convinced but he didn’t ask any more questions.

“I’ll just put it in the dryer” He said taking the wet clothes from my hand before walking to the door.

“You know” He opened the door then turned back to me. “If you were really OK, you would have rolled your eyes and told me to shut up.”

“OK, shut up” I rolled my eyes but there was a playful smile on my face.

“Now that’s the Gatita I know.” He said before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

My eyes turned to the guitar by the corner of the room, I had forgotten to ask him. Walking over to it, I bent down and picked some of the notes on the floor.

They were lyrics and it looked like they were all hand written by him. As I read through them, I realised they were really good.

It felt like each lyrics had a deep meaning to it and I couldn’t imagine how good it would sound if he actually sang it with the guitar.

I wondered if he would be good at singing and playing the guitar, he never posted a video like that online.

I would know because I may have mistakenly stumbled on his page and mistakenly stalked him a little bit.

I said mistakenly! Don’t get me wrong!

I was so deep in reading the lyrics that I hadn’t noticed Kristen had come into the room and was now standing right behind me.

“Do you like them?” He asked and I jumped.

“You scared me!” I turned around. “Don’t sneak up on me like that again.”

“I didn’t sneak, I was actually quite loud. You were just too engrossed.” He retorted.

“Did you write these?” I asked choosing not to argue back.

“Yeah.”

“They’re....beautiful.” I breathed out honestly.

“Just like you” He said.

My eyes snapped up to his instantly.

“You really think you did something there?” I raised my brow.

“I just had to try it” He chuckled.  “Once again, my Rizz has failed me.”

Shaking my head, I smiled slightly. “Can you perform one for me? With the guitar?”

“I don’t know....it’s been long and I haven’t played in front of anyone other than my family but that’s been a long time ago”

“Why?”

“I guess no one’s really ever asked or ever been interested in what I actually like. I used to perform for my sister, she’d beg me every day because she loved it. But she’s gone now and since then, I haven’t even touched my guitar.”

I didn’t want to force him to play but he didn’t play because no one seemed to care and the one person that did had gone.

That had to be rough. Picking the guitar up, I handed it to him.

“I’m interested.” I gave him an encouraging smile. “I’m the one begging you now.”

He looked down at the guitar in his hands and then looked at me.

“If I play will you go on a date with me?” He asked.

“A date?” I was taken aback for a second.

“Yeah, with me.” He replied.

“And if I don’t agree?”

“Then I can’t play because my heart will be broken.” He said placing his hand on his chest, a playful smile lingering on his face.

“Just one, fine.” I gave in.

Just one day and one date, I can survive that.

“What do you want me to play?”

Flipping through the notes, I stopped at the last one.

“Don’t wake me up.” I read out looking at the title.

“Last one I’ve written in a while.” He said with a sad smile on his face.

“Can I sit?” I asked going over to his bed and he nodded.

He was about to start playing when his phone rang.

Taking the phone out of his pocket, he checked the caller ID.

“What is it Mel?” He answered, annoyance laced in his voice. “I can’t come over, it’s raining and I’m busy. Tomorrow. Yeah bye.”

He ended the call and put it back in his pocket.

“If you have somewhere to be, I can leave.” I said and he shook his head.

“It’s not important besides, I rather stay with you.” He said.

It’s just a simple sentence but why did that make me feel warm on the inside.

Damn that rain! I think I have a fever or something. Yup fever, nothing else.

When he started playing though, all my thoughts drifted away. All I could focus on at that point was the sound of the melodious tunes coming from the guitar and his voice.

He wasn’t the best singer but his voice was soft and gentle and matched the tone of the guitar. The way his fingers moved easily across the chords of the guitar was another thing, now he was really skilled at that!

“I don’t wanna wake up, I don’t wanna see you’re gone. Let me sleep for a little longer if it means I’ll get to hold you a little longer. So don’t wake me up.” He finished, stroking the last chord, he looked up at me.

“It was really....amazing.” I replied honestly. “I loved it.”

“Thanks, I was worried I was a bit rough because I haven’t done it in a while.” He beamed dropping the guitar on the floor.

I opened my mouth to say something when my phone rang from inside my bag. Taking it out from my bag, I checked who was calling.

Rick.

I hadn’t noticed how much time had passed and the fact it had stopped raining.

“I guess my uncle is back, I should go.” I said standing up. “My clothes?”

“Hold on” He said leaving and returning a few seconds later with my clothes. “Sorry, they’re not completely dry”

“It’s OK, I’ll just take them home.” I said taking them from his hands. “I’ll return the hoodie tomorrow then.”

“You can keep it if you want. It’s never looked better on anyone else.” He teased.

“I’ll return it.” I pushed.

“Guys like it when their girlfriends where their clothes.”

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“We’re going on a date.”

Somehow I found myself laughing at how consistent and annoying he could be, I wasn’t even angry or pissed.

 “Thanks for-” Another piercing pain in my chest cut me off short.

I let out a small cry not expecting it at all. It went as quickly as it came but I had to hold the wall to support myself.

Kristen was at my side instantly.  “Are you Ok? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I lied giving him a fake smile even though I felt like falling.

“Nothing? You just-“

“I’m fine, just drop it” I snapped cutting him off. “Sorry, I meant I really am fine. Don’t worry about me. “

“Do you need me to drive you home?” He asked reluctantly dropping it.

“I can manage a few steps” I laughed slightly.

He didn’t push further thankfully as he let me go home.

I just needed to get home, take a warm shower, go to bed and I would be Ok.
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